Sunday, November 25, 2012

Furiends, Roamers, Countrycats

Lend me your FancyFeast. I think I need to fatten up

a little more before the Ides of March.

Let me have kitties about me that are fat,Sleek-headed kitties and such as sleep a-nights.Yond Spitty had a lean and hungry look,He thought too much; such cats are dangerous.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * P.S. Thanks Mark's Mews for Star #2 and Austin for #3. We are linking back to Austin since we has not yet given him one!

We were thinking more about Christmas rather than the Ides of March. But now the thought of you with a 'lean and hungry look' has distracted us and we're locking up our food cupboard - just in case you come a-stealing!

Spitty, is that your bum of disrespect for the Bard? Or are you melancholy because you tired of waiting for a snack?

Star says: I here you, Spitty. It HAS been too many days since mom posted or showed a pretty picture of me! She's been whining about a busy weekend, late holiday because her mom, Sir Moose-a-lot's mom, has been in the hospital. As if that's a good excuse.. But there's finally a new post and it's featuring ME! Purrs and scritches! XOXOXOXOXO

King Spitster, let me point out we are delighted by the design of our new beddie! None of your luxurious, infinite expanse of a single colour! We think the skull and cross bones rather fun. Äiti thought it appropriate if, perchance, someone had an accident in the beddie, and also perhaps the design would keep less brave cats away. Remember Äiti is into science things and loves these warning signs. She did put our food in a box with the radiation sign on, but we weren't fooled.And the beddie was for ME! That's why it is small and cosy. However the ninjas have occupied it since, and then Mirsku decided to give it a stretch. In fact, we can all fit in it (individually) if we wish.And there is no such thing as a Modesty Tail in our vocabulary! Get used to this with us Finncats - we have saunas and rush around naked in the snow afterwards. Such is life here. Just be grateful Mirsku has been tutored, or you would be soooooo jealous!

Food, glorious food! What is there more handsome? Gulped, swallowed or chewed -- Still worth a king's ransom! What is it we dream about? What brings on a sigh? Piled pieahes and cream, about Six feet high!

Food, glorious food! Eat right through the menu. Just loosen your belt Two inches and then you Work up a new appetite. In this interlude -- The food, Once again, food Fabulous food, Glorious food.KissesNellie(from Oliver)

I asked the lady to dig out a dusty old book of quotations to find some Shakespeare she could mess with. Eh, the only thing she could find food-related was from the Taming of the Shrew and it involved brief discussions of tripe and beef with mustard.

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I was abducted from the wild at age 10 weeks. I'm 13 now, but I have a hundred generations of feral felinity in me, so I'm not exactly a kuddly kat. I tolerate my Human, who I must admit takes very good care of me. But if she wants affection, she can get a dog.